I read something in the paper and it made me think about you. This is what it said: Our lungs contain 300,000 million capillaries. And this is why I thought of you.
Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgement.
To the girl looking at her reflection with an unhappy frown. Please stop doing that. You know exactly what I am talking about.
You do not need to change yourself,
for boys who fell in love with
a beautiful, wild thing
that they are too ill equipped
and must cage to ‘handle’.
This is how you will hurt.
To me, you are the beach where I found my freedom. To me, you are the electricity I felt in that moment. To me, you are the elation one feels where their entire world, their life, their whole being changes for the better.
It takes fourteen minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door.